Most people lost in trance,
No moral No virtue, none taking stance,
Corporations, profiling the masses for profit,
Wisdom, a lost art, never a conversation topic,

Most people  lost in trance,
Thinking, intellect seems active...  but at glance,
The masses follow but a single or many devils dance,
Compassion forbidden, ignorance in forever expanse.

Wickedness spreading even in a happy song,
The Path of Ancients, forgotten, what has gone wrong?
Spirituality always seen as an unscientific farce,
A pure state of consciousness, truly: a lost Art.

As a the masses defile, few seek purity,
All with masks on, fearing true reality,
Fools fooling fools, a vicious cycle,
Kings and pawns, dreaming of power and titles.

Lost in trance, for others amusement,
Greed seekers doing even the devil's recruitment,
Pollutants in all, mind, heart and body,
Lost in trance, devoid of potentiality.

A few fools, feeding on ignorance for money,
Truly, lost in trance, a lost humanity.

As I child I could not understand
why the monster choked me
at night when the silence heeds
on my heels I flew to ails

As a child I told them of the trance
when it spoke to me
only with a language meant for me
as I winked to realism

As a child I was molested by the dark
when I fought back
with my belittled current
I felt and stood, shook and vex

As a child I was visited by an incomer
A non native friend who held to me
under mocks and breaking locks
the cronies laughed at me so loud

As an adult, these lights still shine
the monster still pays me a visit
the more I shrug, the more it drags
drifted into the wings that chose me

All those who are fully absorbed
In their Creator to be in trance
Being ward they remain in guard
In love ecstasy never miss a chance

They are in fire and play with fire
Still fire loves them for the beauty
Soul and body portray as buyer
Of their Lord’s fragrance to be

Like birds in full moonlit night
They fly to touch and kiss moon
In their love for beauty’s right
They dance on beauty’s tune

They burn them on love lamp
In this trance they lose their life
Lovers remain in beauty’s camp
By keeping life line on the knife

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow

The sunday quiet eases my mind,
a welcome vacancy of thought spirals.
In the distance a soft tune plays,
music spins in and out of my space.
It fills my limbs from head to toe
spouting from my lips, my eyes, my-
my music spins me into a daze
and trance unlike a hypnotic phase.
The sun beams high from its sunday spot,
the clouds are fluffy, light, and white.
And as the music blooms to peak,
the lapping blue envelopes my cheeks.
I float in absence of the my weight,
absolute serenity claims a stay.
Its clear blue sheen brings peace to mind,
like I could drown here and still not die.
Its weightlessness drenches my hair,
yet when i shift into the air,
the weight is heavier so much there.
I intake life and fall to the floor,
the most abnormal experiences
are felt under this blue shore.
My body trembles as reality shakes,
my breathe is leaving,
to the surface or to a calmer place?
A disturbance by the door I hear,
gentle giggles of my sisters near,
I gasp for air as the bubbles explode,
This sunday warmth is toxic yet not loathed.

My body asked my soul
to take over
surrendering to what
age has imposed on it

My ears heard it from afar
that beat, those repetitive
jolts of energy
of life

My hands answered
and lifted themselves
in the air, that fresh
sweat infused air
my hands reached out
to the beyond
to the stars
they felt all that toxic poison
in that body released

My legs
stomped all that compiled wrath out
on that ground
merciless
free

My hands
my legs
my body
let go
to the beat
that's calling me from afar
from around the corner of Thursday
till the end of Friday
all the way till the dusk light of Saturday

Call me and I shall answer
I am here, I await my therapy
my stomping like a mad tribe member
of the modern world

Call me and I shall scream to the heavens
and shake the stars above
let them hear my "freedom call"
let them know that I
right now
belong to my original instincts
I am dancing with the contemporary cult of today
those going around in circles
no right or wrong
just here and there
up and down
exchanging powerful hugs
of energy from one intoxicated soul
to the next

The sun god is hypnotizing
us to dance to greet him
the beats, oh the beats
they get higher and higher
the energy is reaching
a ****** to numb
all mankind

Guilt free kisses to boys and girls
that beat
it's the heaven's calling for us
the heaven's begging up to let go
and become one
under the
sound
of
Music

It's not just music, it's a vibe
And when that bass drops, we come alive
With the synth and the snare
We are all transported there
Our minds are in the DJ's hands
Our bodies are slave to his beats demands
This is our one true escape
And it's entwined with his soul into a mixtape.

My headphones are turned up high
And I'm trapped in a musical trance.
I'm unseeing, under a spell.
My digits do a little tap dance.
They deem me a daydreamer
As the beats bore into my being.
The rhythm refuses to release me
From this great grasp I'm gladly enduring
Because sometimes surrender is sweeter
Than fruitlessly fighting to be free.
And if your captor can cause such comfort,
Then how is it an actual adversary?

We will pirouette
On browned grass, until it turns
Into faery rings.

Sing me your song
And put me in a trance
Of love and devotion.
Your song blows on the embers
Of my soul and awakens them
From its dormant state.

Sing me your song
So I can fall in love.
Sing me your song
So I may discover my fire.
Sing me your song
And, someday, I will also sing along.

My tired eyes won't stop
Searching for you
They want nothing else
Except a glimpse
Just one look from you
That halts everything
Time stops ticking
World won't turn
Lost in the trance
We dream on